This is a feelings heart post that was really gross and not fun to write because I think that feelings are gross.
I used to be more fun. I don’t mean that in a self deprecating way. I really did used to be more fun. The prospect of going out and drinking was exciting and bopping between different NCA’s and New Apts was the greatest. I loved weekends and I loved the way I got to ebb and flow with the crowd- but I don’t get to drink anymore. (CRIES OF INDIGNATION AS THE CROWD FUCKING LOSES IT.)